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I though I'd post this poem even though it wasn't recently written. I don't think I've posted it on fb yet either. I'm quite proud of this one because it was voted the best one in a class of several GE students. GE. Up till this day I still think I lucked out. We were only given half an hour to write a poem based on an assortment of words given. I tried to put in some symbolism but I'm not sure how well that came across. Here goes:

You stare at your fish

It swims, round and round

Never tiring.

You wonder why you

Never named it.

The laundry hums in the

Washing machine, then

Hums no more.

You peg a shirt to the

Clothesline. Then a single sock.

It comes to your mind

That your aunt hasn’t

Written back to you.

You stroll to the mailbox,

It stands lonely and cold.

You feel your pocket for the

Key but it’s empty.

You realize it’s sitting

Somewhere on your desk.

Back indoors you fetch

The key, but as you

Pass your fish, it stares at

You with shiny eyes: feed me.

You oblige, the flakes of

fish feed snowing down in a

green-red veil. You stare

At the nameless fish.

The single sock on the

Clothesline hangs desolately,

Wanting its other half.

The mailbox stands in the

Pitter patter of the new rain, still full.

You fish stares back at you,

Already forgetting the

Flakes falling and settling

On its head.